The sun has risen in my night
but I was blind to see the light
The moon have sunk in a new dawn
I dreamt too long,and it was gone....
Now i stroll over the shore
gazing above the horizon
to find a shooting star
But what's the use of shooting stars
which fade too far from where you are?
What's the use to make a wish
when you are not with me
What's the use of sprinkling spells
on once upon a memory?
What's the use for candles on the sand
If you're not here to hold my hand
What's the use of fragrant words
when autumn leaves are burnt
What's the use for hearts to beat
when worlds don't understand?
Last petal falls upon my feet
the wind blows in my hair
a melody on starry night
Hushed whisper in my ear
Soft music plays in distance
the guitar 's not there
So what's the use for symphony?
Once more I'm deaf to hear
Slowly i tiptoe to the stone wall
which stands behind the old Palm tree
Slowly I seek deeper
as a tiny shadow i see
a shadow which keeps growing
and getting close to me
Its my imagination
It must be a fantasy
In silence I walk back
to where our cabin used to be
My fingers bury footprints
which I found by the sea.
This is a fiction poem inspired by a song i was hearing called 'Love is blind' by Donny Montell